A boy a year below me killed himself recently. I didn't know him. I can't remember passing him in the hallways. I can't remember hearing his voice as we went about our days in school. Now I never will. It's really sad. I don't understand why I am so sad and depressed about the death of a boy I've never met or been in contact with. Maybe it'd because I know how he feels. Or, maybe I don't. I don't know why he did what he did, but he must have felt alone. I feel alone.
"What's depression like," he whispered.
"It's like drowning, except you can see everyone else around you breathing."
I've never read anything truer. There's another quote I've seen though. "Depression is like war, you either win or die trying." I'm going to win. I'm not going to give up or give in to my feelings of drowning in my suffering.
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